Blood spilled down from the head of the Qi Sect Lord, like a glow in the sky, covering his eyes, past his nose, and falling into his mouth.

The master of the Qi Sect suddenly became angry, he had taken over the master of the sect for more than ten years, how many years, and no one had ever been able to let himself see blood. This bug-like thing in front of him dared to make his face covered in blood.

A wave of anger rose from his abdomen, and the Qi Sect Master suddenly grabbed the masked thief, secretly luckily, and slammed his palm on his chest.

The man's body swayed high like a rag bag, and Rao was like this, and his hands were still holding on to the Qi Sect Master. With the reverberation of his body, his legs were tightly twisted around the waist of the Qi Sect Lord, sticking the two of them together.

Face to face, nose to nose, feeling each other's heavy breathing. If it weren't for the fact that there was a big battle at this time, the posture of these two people was really a little charming.

The Qi Sect Master was so angry that he couldn't push the other party away, so he counterattacked his back with both palms, trying to force him to let go.

Bang bang, a dull voice came, and blood slowly flowed out from under the masks, spilling on the two of them, but the Qi Sect Master didn't even hear a cry of pain. Through the eyeholes of the mask, the other party's eyes became brighter and brighter, and there was even a hint of banter.

Madman, this is the evaluation of this person by the Lord of Qimen. The people who came to attack the Feiyun Gate today were all madmen, even if they succeeded, would the various sects allow such a wanton slaughter of people to exist in the mountain gate? Will the royal family of the Zhu Juan Kingdom allow such a person to disrupt the order to exist?

"Let go of me, spare you from death." In desperation, the Qi Sect Master scolded in a low voice. What answered him was that his body was tight, and the hoops between the two became tighter and tighter.

grabbed the other person's mask, and before he could see it clearly, his mouth had bitten the flesh on his face.

Frightened, the Qimen Lord recalled Qinghe and prepared to stab this person in the back.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in his heart, and a grinding disc with a golden light broke into it, rumbling towards the spirit.

Soul Master? The Qimen master's heart tightened, and the other party bit himself, but it made his mind a little confused, and he took this opportunity to be invaded by his own soul.

Soul masters are opponents that every cultivator does not want to encounter, these people's methods are mysterious and insidious, although their own cultivation may not be high, they are often able to fight back against people who practice qi at a higher realm.

The Qi Sect Master didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and his mind fell into the space, concentrating on dealing with this strange grinding disc that seemed to be very imposing.

The millstone pressed over like a mountain, and the mottled patterns exuded a distant aura, and every time it turned, it would make a piercing sound that made the soul tremble involuntarily.

Where the two grinding discs touched, the bright light flickered, and the gold gradually turned into multicolored, forming a brilliant ribbon that rotated rapidly around the grinding disc. A huge suction force came, trying to suck the Qi Sect Lord's Divine Soul into it.

With a thought, the Qi Sect Lord turned into various weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, etc., and attacked the grinding plate from all directions. The weapon collided with the grinding disc, spitting out pieces of brilliant golden flowers.

The grinding disc stepped back a little, and there were large and small openings on the grinding body. And some slight notches also appeared on the blades of the weapons, and the slender ones even broke off on the spot, turning into a piece of brilliance and disappearing.

The Qi Sect Lord was surprised in his heart, and he just caught this person, his realm was not very high, but he didn't expect to be able to withstand his own divine soul attack. Do you really think that you have these means, and with a movement of your heart, all the swords, guns, swords, and halberds disappear.

The Divine Soul Flame suddenly swelled, occupying almost half of the space, and the figure of the Qi Sect Master gradually appeared in the flames. It's just that at this time, he was wearing gold armor, wearing a golden helmet, holding a steel shovel, flying ribbons, and flames around him, like a wrestler standing at the door of a country temple.

Lux can move mountains and mountains, and this mountain-like grinding disc is naturally no exception.

Lux ran, his huge hands clinging to the grinding disc tightly, and the flames on his body beat violently. After holding on for a long time, the grinding disc gradually moved backwards, but Lux moved forward step by step.

Step by step, step by step, the speed of the grinding disc retreating faster and faster, and it can no longer withstand the opponent's attack. Seeing that the grinding disc was about to be squeezed out of his soul space, Lux stopped his steps, grabbed the grinding disc tightly with one hand, and raised the steel shovel high with the other, his face hideous.

Since you're here, don't think about leaving, I really think this is a thatched house, and anyone can come.

The steel shovel fell, and the moment it was next to the grinding disc, it suddenly disappeared. The master of Qi Sect was stunned, and slowly looked down to see that Lux's body was also slowly dissipating, turning into pieces of brilliance, and then disappeared after shining.

Before he died, the Lord of Qi Sect was still wondering why he died.

Not to mention Wu Gan's competition with the Qi Sect Master, time went forward.

Because the Qi Sect Master had to deal with Wu Gan's attack, it was difficult to distract himself from controlling Qinghe for a while, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, with Wu Lone's many years of experience in fighting, how could he let it go.

Wu Lao's body suddenly fell straight to the ground, as if he had exhausted himself.

How could the elder let go of such an opportunity, and hurriedly rode the wind to come, and the giant sword was full of green light, roaring and chasing after Wu Lone.

With a smile, Wu Lonely no longer blindly dodged, and struck out at the flying sword with a move of fire. The fierce fist knocked the flying sword off the finger and slanted to one side.

One threw out the remaining iron arrows, which whistled left and right and slammed into the elders who were diving downward. In desperation, the elder could only choose to turn around and fly upward.

Wu Liao's knees bent slightly, and his feet slammed, piercing the sky like iron arrows, but his speed was more than twice as fast as Fang Cai, and he rushed straight at the elder who was about to turn around and fly.

In a hurry, from a dive to a leap, the speed of the elder inevitably slowed down. Looking at Wu Lone, who was approaching rapidly, the elder was frightened and panicked, and he tried his best to resist the wind. Suddenly, his ankle hurt, and an iron palm grabbed him like a pincer, his body fell violently, and an old fist fell heavily on his body.

There was a ripple around the elder, and he learned the lesson of Fang Cai, this time he urged a protective magic weapon to protect his body early, but under Wu Lone's heavy punch, this magic weapon didn't seem to be able to last a few times.

Wu Lone rolled over, jumped above the elder, and struck his fists continuously like drums. There was a click, and the sound of the magic weapon shattering came.

The two of them fell from the air one after another, and even in the process, Wu Lonely kept swinging his fists, and the rapid thunder echoed everywhere in the mountains.

There was a loud bang, and the two of them slammed into the ground, and a huge pit appeared in the ground. Along the deep pit, countless fissures stretched out in all directions, like a huge spider's web.

Until this time, Wu Lao still kept swinging his fists. Finally, the thunder stopped, and Wu Lone's face was covered in blood, like a demon running out of hell, and jumped up from the pit.

Looking around, with both feet exerted, the person had disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he was already behind the Lord of Qimen. Looking at the two people who were clinging to each other and motionless, Wu Lonely frowned. Grabbing the Qi Sect Master's hair, he pulled it back hard, and slammed his iron fist into his temple.

The temples are the meridian points of the human body, and the master of the Qi Sect is bent on dealing with Wu Gan, so he is less guarded against the outside world. Caught off guard, Qi Men was in charge. The poor body has not yet been cultivated, and he will die inexplicably.

Looking at Shui Congyue's side again, the Qinghe Sword stood still, facing seven unfamiliar opponents, even though one arm was broken, but the momentum was several times stronger than Fang Cai. Regardless of his own injuries, he attacked again and again, and soon three people died under the iron rod.

The rest of the people looked at this opponent with a long sword in his body, his whole body was covered in blood, and he was like a fierce god, and they were all afraid, plus the elder and the master of the door were dead, they shouted, turned around and ran down the mountain.

Wu Lao put the mask on Wu Gan's face, carried him and jumped up, blocking the intersection leading to the bottom of the mountain, "If you run, die."

There were already mixed footsteps at the foot of the mountain, and there were more than 100 people listening to the sounds, obviously the disciples from the outer sect rushed to support. It's just that he can't enter because of the formation barrier.

Seeing Wu Lone blocking the way, these inner disciples couldn't help but stop thinking that they had just hammered and killed an elder of their own family. One of the disciples shouted, "If you don't run, you will die." Be the first to stab with a long sword.

"There are really people who are not afraid of death." Wu Lone, hehe, hehe, he killed the power of the elder just now, and with a heavy punch, the disciple flew out, and his body hit the rock, and he fell into it deeply, and he was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

At this time, the water rushed over from the moon and blocked several people in front and back. Seeing that there was no longer any possibility of escape, an older disciple crossed the crowd, "Your Excellency, why are I in Feiyunmen and a few people who have no grievances and no enmity, why are they so hard to force each other."

Wu Lao smiled, "No injustice

Enmity? Go and ask those who are dead in the mines."

"That's just a few lowly heads, why do you need to do that." The disciple said hurriedly.

"Lao Tzu is the head of Qian." Wu Liao's eyes widened, "Put down the sword in your hand and surrender, otherwise I won't be afraid that my hands will be dirtier again."

The disciple glanced back, and had no choice but to throw away the sword in his hand. When there were a few loud sounds, the rest of the people also abandoned their weapons and surrendered.

Wu Yan also woke up at this time, and his body was not injured many times because he was wearing exquisite armor, but he had a splitting headache.

Briefly interrogated the several inner disciples who were squatting on the ground and their bodies were restrained, why there were so few people here. When I asked, I realized that because the periphery was attacked again and again some time ago, the elders and inner disciples went out to guard the iron ore and some important business, so it seemed that the sect was empty.

Listening to the louder and louder voices outside the formation, Wu Lonely was a little worried, it was difficult to kill these hundreds of people. If the other party is really not afraid of death, and all kinds of means are used, even if they can barely kill them all, I am afraid that the three of them will not end up with any good.

After making such a big deal, Zhu Juanguo would definitely send someone to chase and kill, and if he was seriously injured, it would be difficult to escape.

Wu Yan rubbed his head, "Old Wu, throw out the head of that elder and sect master. I don't believe that these men will be so foolish as to avenge their lives."

Wu Lao followed the plan, reached out and ripped the token from one of the inner disciples, and threw the two big heads out.

There was a sudden silence outside the formation, and there was the sound of crying, but more often than not, the footsteps of descending the mountain.

"What's next?" Wu Lao asked again.

"Don't forget, we're here to rob." Wu Yan sat on the ground and said angrily, it was really a headache.

"Well, I'm good at it." Wu Liao picked up a disciple and asked where Neiku was. After a long time, Wu Lao came out with a burden that was two people high, "It's developed, this Feiyun Sect is really thick, and it can't compare to this one if you rob the other ten sects."

The three of them cleaned up and prepared to go down the mountain, but Wu Liao didn't forget to pick up Wu Gan's iron arrows.

Before leaving the formation, Wu Gen whispered to Wu Lone, "Abolish the cultivation of these inner disciples."

Shui Congyue turned his head to stare at Wu Gan, his eyes showing dissatisfaction. Wu Yan sighed, "How can a great husband act with the kindness of a woman. Later, we will take these people as hostages, and we really don't worry about not abandoning the cultivation. Besides, the weaker the power of the Feiyun Gate, the less sin it will suffer for the people."

Wu Liao nodded, and Shui Congyue stopped talking. Between Wu Lone's shots, he broke the sea of several people, and I am afraid that he will not be able to practice again in this life.

Out of the formation, there were still more than a dozen people standing scattered on the mountain road, looking at the several inner disciples who were depressed and depressed, but they didn't dare to step forward, and watched Wu Yan and the others leave.

When they reached the mountainside, they retracted Twilight, and dozens of people fell unconscious around them. In the distance, some of the gatekeepers were going down the mountain with packages on their backs, while others were lying in the square, and several people were being treated, apparently poisoned.